When I got home I put my book bag on the dinner table, knowing my mom was going to get mad at me. I took off my shoes and ran up stairs.
No one was home so I went in my mom's room and got her gun. I walk to my room and put my phone on my desk next to my lab top. I went on Instagram, then went to the live streaming tab. When I was about start recording,
I stopped and thought 'why am about to do this to my self, am I really about to do this because of a girl, if I go back to school now the 11th graders will know what happened and I will be the hot topic for at least a good 4 weeks. Antwone will have some more stuff to bully me about and he will make my life complete hell, but is this worth killing myself???
I pushed all my feelings to the side and started recording...
I sat on my bed and said, "My life is so hard on me, so why not just end it? At this point there are 10 million people watching.
All of the comments are saying "Don't do it " or "I know someone that can help you" but I don't pay attention to the comments.
I slowly lifted up the gun, I turned the safety off and put it to my head.
At this time I am crying hard, I heard the door open but I thought it was just in my head.
I put the gun to my head, it was so cold on my skin, my face started to turn red, my heart started beating faster.
Every thing went quiet, I could feel the coldness of the gun against my head, all I could feel was the warmth of my tears falling down my face.
All I could hear was my heart beating out of my chest and all of a sudden, I feel someone snatching the gun out of my hand, which had brought me back to my senses. I quickly jumped up and tried to snatch the gun back, but I missed. I wasn't able to see who snatched the gun out of hand because of the tears that was in my eyes.
I wiped my eyes an I saw who it was and it was my Amaya...
